Weekend end

I'm like a kid when it comes to going to bed. I fight it tooth and nail. It's after 11pm now, and I know I have a big day at work tomorrow. But going to bed means the weekend is over. And I'm not ready to face that yet.

Yes, it's raining and damp and cold ... but still, it's the weekend! And it will be until I drift off to sleep.

It's not like I hate my job. I don't. In fact, I like it probably more than most people like their jobs. But the weekend is the weekend. It's two full days of your own. (and this week, I even stole an extra day). Two full days to spend however you wish. Sure, usually there's a list of things to do that don't exactly feel like free time -- chores, obligations -- but for the most part, we get to use those two days however we damn well please.

I'm just not ready to see the weekend end.